Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.